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towerofanimus2012-10-03 10:27 pm
reddeadvirtuoso) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-03 10:27 pm
002 || Really Destitute Vacation
Characters: Jade Strider, and anyone she is likely to bother. Which is everyone.
Setting: The Cafeteria, the Music Room and the Morgue during the day, and nondescript vague locations at night.
Format: Started in action, but it doesn't make a difference to me. Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: Now that all that shadow, body-swap and no food nonsense is out of the way, Jade's going back to exploring the Tower, and actually trying to shoot her gun. And actually getting into a lot of stupid trouble again.It's the perfect time to yell at her!
Warnings: Jade being stupid, getting stuck in the morgue, the tower at nighttime, gratuitous Beatles jams
[Cafeteria - Floor One]
[Jade was not a hunter, nor a gatherer. The last week of September was pretty difficult for a 13 year old that couldn't quite fend for herself and refused to admit she was having any problems. Thankfully it was only a week, and once October hit, there was food! Which meant she was currently helping herself to a big old breakfast of pumpkin...stuff, in the cafeteria. There was plenty on the table, so there was probably enough for someone else if they wanted something, while she gorged her face.]
[Morgue - Floor 26]
[There was nothing that suspicious here. Though that...might have, been the most suspicious part. Jade was a small kid, and she was stupidly curious and adventurous (it happened when one of your ecto-fathers was a hardened island explorer), so she was in the process of exploring eeeevery little bit of the tower. Which had apparently included the body drawers.
So someone might have come around, rather spotting a small, red-clad child crawling into one of the drawers, or they might hear some banging from one of the closed ones if someone gets close by....]
[Music Room]
[She hadn't gotten to bring her own guitar to the tower, so the music room was where Jade was usually found, aside from the media room. You'd practicaly think she'd moved in there at least; she was currently seated on the seat of the grand organ, with another stool pulled up to use as a foot rest as she used the organ as a back rest and was currently playing the intro from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band, and other such Beatles classics.
Come on, what did you really expect.]
[Anywhere in the Tower, Nighttime]
[There was normal exploration, saved for the daytime, and there was working on the fact that Jade had such bad aim it was bullshit. It was probably really stupid to be out at night, but that's where she was anywhere around the Tower, with her rifle in hand and attacking any monsters that creeped by. It was much easier to find them at night after all, and they put up more of a fight.
This is probably a really dumb idea. The weird part was, she was even still wearing her shades when it wasn't complete and total darkness-- they were prescription sunglasses after all. If it was absolutely darkness though, then it didn't really matter, and she might have had them propped up on the top of her head, giving you a glimpse of her weirdly red eyes.]
[Room 1-20 - Locked to England]
[Jade had a fashion sense enough not to wear her stupid God Tier PJs, so she was certainly bothered by the fact that her scarf was still a tattered (though not bloody at least) mess since Sburb.
She had to go back in the network and find the guy who she had asked to fix it, but she did track down his name, and found his name on one of the dorm rooms. Instead of actually wearing the scarf for now, she held it in one hand and knocked on his door with the other, hoping he and only he was around 'cause damn this was gonna be kind of embarrassing.]
Setting: The Cafeteria, the Music Room and the Morgue during the day, and nondescript vague locations at night.
Format: Started in action, but it doesn't make a difference to me. Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: Now that all that shadow, body-swap and no food nonsense is out of the way, Jade's going back to exploring the Tower, and actually trying to shoot her gun. And actually getting into a lot of stupid trouble again.
Warnings: Jade being stupid, getting stuck in the morgue, the tower at nighttime, gratuitous Beatles jams
[Cafeteria - Floor One]
[Jade was not a hunter, nor a gatherer. The last week of September was pretty difficult for a 13 year old that couldn't quite fend for herself and refused to admit she was having any problems. Thankfully it was only a week, and once October hit, there was food! Which meant she was currently helping herself to a big old breakfast of pumpkin...stuff, in the cafeteria. There was plenty on the table, so there was probably enough for someone else if they wanted something, while she gorged her face.]
[Morgue - Floor 26]
[There was nothing that suspicious here. Though that...might have, been the most suspicious part. Jade was a small kid, and she was stupidly curious and adventurous (it happened when one of your ecto-fathers was a hardened island explorer), so she was in the process of exploring eeeevery little bit of the tower. Which had apparently included the body drawers.
So someone might have come around, rather spotting a small, red-clad child crawling into one of the drawers, or they might hear some banging from one of the closed ones if someone gets close by....]
[Music Room]
[She hadn't gotten to bring her own guitar to the tower, so the music room was where Jade was usually found, aside from the media room. You'd practicaly think she'd moved in there at least; she was currently seated on the seat of the grand organ, with another stool pulled up to use as a foot rest as she used the organ as a back rest and was currently playing the intro from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band, and other such Beatles classics.
Come on, what did you really expect.]
[Anywhere in the Tower, Nighttime]
[There was normal exploration, saved for the daytime, and there was working on the fact that Jade had such bad aim it was bullshit. It was probably really stupid to be out at night, but that's where she was anywhere around the Tower, with her rifle in hand and attacking any monsters that creeped by. It was much easier to find them at night after all, and they put up more of a fight.
This is probably a really dumb idea. The weird part was, she was even still wearing her shades when it wasn't complete and total darkness-- they were prescription sunglasses after all. If it was absolutely darkness though, then it didn't really matter, and she might have had them propped up on the top of her head, giving you a glimpse of her weirdly red eyes.]
[Room 1-20 - Locked to England]
[Jade had a fashion sense enough not to wear her stupid God Tier PJs, so she was certainly bothered by the fact that her scarf was still a tattered (though not bloody at least) mess since Sburb.
She had to go back in the network and find the guy who she had asked to fix it, but she did track down his name, and found his name on one of the dorm rooms. Instead of actually wearing the scarf for now, she held it in one hand and knocked on his door with the other, hoping he and only he was around 'cause damn this was gonna be kind of embarrassing.]
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[That's...one way to think of it.]
Right, treehugger lives in the forest, right? That's not even anywhere close to the fuckin' desert, how does that work?
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[Eridan offers her a half smile, then shrugs at the question.]
Walking.
[Did you miss the deadpan? The deadpan is back.]
Lots of walking. I didn't live that deep into the desert, small mercies, but it was still about two days and two nights walking to get to the steep and out of the sand. Not too bad if you can walk in plain sunlight without literally burning to death, but not a lot of people were too keen to visit.
[He snorted.]
The neighbors weren't really friendly, either. So yeah. A few days walk out into actual inhabited land, and then a few more to reach her forest. All in all it wasn't all that bad. And hey, good for supply runs.
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[Though if she had to walk days before getting out of the desert, yeeaaah she would probably not leave anyway.]
Though the more and more I hear, the more I'm convinced your world was actually just a zombie apocalypse game.
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Originally I went out to get supplies. You know ammo for my rifles, clothes, movies. Sometimes food that didn't rot on the way back. After Fef and I... you know. It didn't seem like that big of a detour.
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[Staaaaaring.]
...Yep, sounds like your standard survival horror zombie land. Just don't go to any abandoned malls.
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I try not to.
[But it's kind of hard to talk about the past when your entire past revolved around the one person you're trying not to talk about.]
Sorry.
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Eventually she looks away and shrugs, fiddling with her rifle a bit.]
What, don't play all coy with me, Ampora. The normal human ritual when you break up with someone in the past is to go on a drunken tirade to declare all of the bullshit you had to put up with.
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The sad thing is I think she put up with my shit far more than I put up with hers.
[So he shrugs again, looking away.]
Don't really have the greatest record as anyone's moirail, I guess. Sorry.
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[She did look up a bit, but she was still fiddling with her rifle.]
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[But he offers her a small, sincere smile and a bump of his arm against her shoulder, playfully.]
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Chill Leonardo, I'm not here for some dumb romance atop this sinking ship.
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[Yeah, he's deadpanning for all he's worth.]
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[And she has officially lost control of her metaphors and references.]
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I fear for my diamond like I've never feared before.
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Don't worry, I'm pretty sure they're all dead twice-over by now.
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[Yup, still deadpanning. But hey, he's playing along. ...in a deadpan way.]
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Don't worry Mr. Damsel, I'll make sure you don't drown in those freezing waters.
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